Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go and presently call the rest of the watch together and thank God you are rid of a knave.

If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the Prince’s subjects.

We know what belongs to a watch.

Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should offend.

Well, you are to call at all the alehouses and bid those that are drunk get them to bed.

How if they will not?

Why, then, let them alone till they are sober.

If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for.

Well, sir.

If we know him to be a thief, shall we not lay hands on him?

You, constable, are to present the Prince’s own person.

If you meet the Prince in the night, you may stay him.

Nay, by 'r Lady, that I think he cannot.

Five shillings to one on ’t, with any man that knows the statutes, he may stay him—marry, not without the Prince be willing, for indeed the watch ought to offend no man, and it is an offense to stay a man against his will.

By 'r lady, I think it be so.

An there be any matter of weight chances, call up me.

Well, masters, we hear our charge.

Let us go sit here upon the church bench till two, and then all to bed.

One word more, honest neighbors.

There is scorn and disdain in her eyes, and those sparkling eyes despise everything they look upon.

She can’t even imagine what “love” is.

It would be bad if she knew about Benedick’s love and teased him about it.

It’s true.

And so she turns men inside out and never acknowledges the integrity and merit that a man has.

But who would dare tell her?

If I said something, she’d mock me so mercilessly that I’d probably disintegrate into air.

She’d laugh me right out of my body and kill me with her wit.

Like a fire that gets covered up, Benedick should smother his love and waste away.

It would be better to die that way than to die from being mocked, which is as bad as being killed by tickling.